I have to say that some days I'm just anxious to meet my daughter. To know her name and finally say it aloud, to see a tiny, blurry picture of her, to get the tiniest scrap of information. I feel like that today. Not that I am anywhere even close to ANY of that information. No, we are still stuck in Home Study Limbo, waiting for the document so that we can read it and correct it so that it can be sent to the adoption agency who can read it and make changes to it so that it can be finalized and sent to the INS (I don't care today what the new name is. It's still the INS to me.).
Ok, I'm a little tired of waiting for the Home Study document and a little tired of limbo. Limbo sucks. Moving forward, progress, accomplishment, those are all good things. I've got too much limbo in my life right now and not enough movement.
But she's out there and she's worth it and so I'll just sit here in limbo. Rhymes with bimbo and Jimbo. Let's concentrate on the fun aspects of limbo: "A West Indian dance in which the dancers keep bending over backward and passing under a pole that is lowered slightly each time." Let's embrace limbo.
Limbo. Sigh...
Posted by grrlTravels at July 13, 2004 3:30 PMI so know what you mean girl! I can't believe we are finally so close after so many months of limbo!
Posted by: Tamra at July 13, 2004 8:34 PMI personally would rather concentrate on "Jimbo," one of our favorite cousins when we were growing up. We were with Darryl and Johnna this evening and for some reason Darryl's mannerisms were reminding me of Jim. I told Dennis that on the ride home. Then once we got home, Aunt Helen was here and was talking about Jim and Jenny and the kids. So, I'm having a Jimbo kind of day. Remember when he ate the raw clams at the shore, threw them all up and then chased us around the house? Wouldn't Dr. Jim be proud to know I'm sharing such memories?!?
Posted by: Dana at July 13, 2004 9:51 PM